This blog is back in town.
Kinda. I’m going to try.
I’ve been thinking about writing this post for a few weeks. Honestly, I’ve been thinking about writing this post for a few months. I knew that entering a year-long master’s program while working full time would be busy, but I never could have anticipated how much of a life-suck it would be, leaving me with no time to shave my legs except once every two weeks—let alone indulge in the luxury of writing blog posts about my love life. (Which, minus one colossal failure of a non-relationship relationship—typical—has been more like a love-less life as of late.)
I’m still doing the whole master’s/full-time job thing, but now I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. In other words, whether it’s because this hell-year will be over in a month in a half or because it’s May and my primitive side is waking up for mating season (as Robert Frost put it, “spring is the mischief in me”…though I doubt he would have given that phrase the same connotation I do), I want to get back on the (dating) horse. I’ve stumbled upon a little more free time, and suddenly the businessmen on my bus are cute again instead of annoying obstacles in my daily commute. Pretending that I am a character on Gossip Girl and that Nate Archibald is my boyfriend is getting old. I want the real deal, not a romance with WB-17.
But how? I find myself in a familiar spot: afraid to get back in the game. Over the past month I have been guilty of the following: 1) Meeting a gorgeous English master’s degree student at a bus stop (who knew stuff like that happened in real life??), having a great conversation on the bus, and then totally chickening out when it got to my stop and I wanted to ask for his number; and 2) Meeting a cute friend-of-a-friend and immediately wanting to have at him but being too freaked out to even friend him on Facebook until days later. I am lame! (Slightly less lame or slightly more lame because I posted a missed connection on Craigslist after bailing on my plans for Bus Guy?) I remember, in a hazy sort of way, a time when I had the guts to ask guys out instead of waiting for them to do the honors—a time when I felt like I had options. A time when I was…in college. I know I’ve asked this question before, but how does one meet people in The Real World? And do so in a way that feels casual and safe and empowering? Urgh.
So, here I am, back to square one and back to this blog. Tune in next week for more awkwardness and angst. In the meantime, wish me luck.